Hercules; The Lion of Olympus (lionofolympus) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2011-04-15 21:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | hercules, mr. fantastic |
Who: Hercules and Open
NPCs: n/a
When: April 15th, 2011
Where: Manhattan, New York. The Baxter Building
What: Hercules, a new tenant, has spent a few too many hours in the welcome center, giving him ideas of his own.
Rating: PG
For the past week, Hercules had spent the hours of 9AM to 4PM in the visitors' center of the Baxter Building, learning about the Fantastic Four and what it meant to be a hero in this day and age. It was, of course, decidedly different than it had been in ancient Greece. For one thing, he had quickly found, much to his dismay, that parties and women of 'questionable backgrounds' were now allowed in the building, which made him wonder exactly what the Fantastic Four did do to celebrate a triumph. It certainly seemed to make for a lousy existence, but he had also realized that the team must not largely care for public spectacle, as he would otherwise see no reason for the visitors' center in the first place.
In watching the history of the Fantastic Foursome, he had also decided that Susan would have been much better off with him. Hero or not, he had heard and learned enough of Reed to determine that the man likely did not give Susan the attention she deserved. But Hercules would see to that, in due time.
But for now, he had contented himself with offering himself up to any tourists who wandered into the visitors center. Sure, the Fantastic Four looked great in their various videos and exhibits, but he was Hercules. In the flesh. A point he made clear to anyone who would listen, especially comely females. And to his credit, he had convinced a fair number of tourists to pay to have their picture taken with him, a living God.
The only problem, however, was that Hercules had little understanding as to the value of United States currency, so that he had spent the majority of his day warding off anyone who would dare hand him 'paper', insisting that he instead to paid in coinage.
Thus his predominantly penny filled cereal bowl.
As a pair of girls who had posed with, and made obscene suggestions to dropped a few more pennies and nickles in his bowl before walking away with a giggle, Hercules smiled in satisfaction of his days accomplishment. Here it was nearly 4PM, and his bowl was nearly full.
"Anyone else?", he called, toward a group of tourists, whom he towered over, bare chested and in little more than a loin cloth and sandals. "Get your picture with the Lion of Olympus now."